I may be a Dragon, but I think like a man. Well, that is, I think like a detective. Such work is a man's job. However, I am no man. We Dragons may be mythical, but that does not stop us from carving out a niche in the world. The name's McLeroy, Kent McLeroy. I've learned to tone down most of my Dragon attributes. I leave the chest armor on under my dress shirt. When I need to breathe fire, I breathe fire. But I don't go round blazing things up all the time. It ain't civilized.
Let me tell you a little story that happened in the Fantasy Realm. Well, I guess it's still happening. Madness never stops in the Fantasy Realm. My story is born of madness...
We thought that weekend in Gate City would prove a relaxing vacation. My fiancé and I had a nice weekend at the beach planned. Gate city had it all. All you had to do was step through a portal. Portal palaces held hundreds of gateways to forbidden places. Face it, the black market is fun. We chose the South Pacific. Friday was Hawaii, then there were nights in Thailand, Australia, Indonesia, and Hong Kong all set up in a row. The whole scheme was ruined the night we checked in and my girl was murdered. I had to breathe fire that night.
My girl is gone. The cops in Gate City aren't exactly on top of the case. I can't go home. What do I do?
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